i almost didn't come back to this thread, but wow thank you so much. if you haven't pointed any of that out i probably wouldn't have tried to change anything. i know that i should've made more sense of what "what's out there" is, but i guess i didn't realize how that made sense to only me. i also didn't realize how irrelevant that imagery was at the beginning of the poem.
the entire thing was supposed to be vague to the reader, but i went overboard on that. :c i was kind of afraid to point out /too much/ to the reader because "what is out there" is supposedly different for every person. but thank you.

I have to say that 'what is out there' is a really awkward sentence. It kind of is a noun, but a question at the same time. To me, it didn't come off as ambiguous, the repitition just made it a bit annoying. Sorry about saying that but it's just my opinion.

I have to say that you bit off too much for you to chew. You chose a diffucult topic and kind of didn't know how to approach it. You need to have experience with 'easier' topics first and build up your skills. Then you will become better in knowing how to treat difficult topics. It's the same with me in visual art. I would never try be able to make art that tackles 'adrogonous aestetics' or 'conflict withing culture' (which is what I am doing now) when I was younger and unexperienced. Well, if I did at least I'd come up with something godawful xD.

Another piece of advice I can give you would be to keep redrafting. You'll never get it perfect the first round. Just keep rereading, examine what everything means and you use of words. Work out the rhythm and such, make sure it works to the theme and ideas. Most professional poets make loads of drafts before finish a single poem. It's not quantity that counts, it's quality.

Also, read a lot of poetry. My favourite poem is 'Wild Bees' by Baxter. It's excellent.
Also, Full Moon and Little Frieda is a good example of an ambiguous poem.

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Full Moon and Little Frieda

A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -

And you listening.

A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.

A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror

To tempt a first star to a tremor.


Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm


wreaths of breath -

A dark river of blood, many boulders,

Balancing unspilled milk.

'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'


The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work


That points at him amazed.

Ted Hughes

Nice isn't it? Look at how Hughs makes it difficult to understand be keep hold of images and themes. You need to do that. I have no idea what this poem means by the way. I just know that Frieda is Hughes' daughter. Just google it up.